A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born

one who picked the name for his

with windows that had a Light green wooden

currently snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house

round, no matter how

looking outside. His

doctor had almost given up

lived two months longer

a glass of water and medicine in his

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

like he had

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

nose twitched when

and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite

also her favorite food,”

didn’t know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and

heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his

he stopped and

he never did. It seemed it was better

not call her,” he

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a

him and

the bed, and a nurse

she was done, Mark looked sideways

his phone got weaker and weaker

nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

almost given

lived two

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

seemed like he had not

outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is

when he

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and

her favorite food,”

“How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The

to fumble in his

then, he stopped and

seemed it was better if he never called her at

call her,” he said

to give Cecilia too much

was very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a

him and

nurse came in

she was done, Mark

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was still

was much like that

him secretly for a while and call him

this Cecilia in his dream was

nestled in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame you

point, Mark

room were white, just like

gently closed

he needed

he felt cold all over his

had probably gone to buy

foreign nurse was

wanted to return home. He missed his home so

Zoey cooked, and the

he knew he couldn’t change anything for

up as long

if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and

stay strong and

finding it difficult to go back to

he sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew

Edwin once told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch

go there because

pale fingers trembled

back to the hospital

a snowstorm on his way, so he was

just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

paper planes Mark had been making and

paper planes and smiled

some of

actually took a

more than a

he put

narrowed his eyes

home and have a family reunion,”

Angela’s Library

will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark was

Mark’s phone

was around 4 a.m. in

was somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say

Edwin misses you,” Peter urged

broke into

silly boy,”

phone. It was an international call, so the signal

voice sounded

Mark heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth

to a girl

hand in which Mark held the phone trembled so

a brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin

Mark closed his eyes.

continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no

the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end up like

sniffed and put

of the call, he never even dared to ask to

the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that Mark

“What happened?” he asked.

while, he looked up at Peter

was happy to hear this and

great,” he said with

a good sign on the first day of the new year.

to stroke one

home to see Cecilia and

Angela’s Library

glance

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